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Chapter 407: Chapter 287 Downpour_2
11th grade.
The eyes of the students in the class were all focused on the last row of the classroom.
There, near the north wall, sat two boys, one dark-skinned—Gu Tai, and the other pale—Luo Jun.
Gu Tai had a complex expression on his face, sighing from time to time as if he were pondering the vagaries of life.
Beside him, Luo Jun stared blankly at the clock above the blackboard, silent, his eyelids seemingly not even blinking.
The most miraculous thing was that every minute, he would chuckle insanely as if suffering from hysteria.
However, the gazes directed at them held no mockery, but sympathy.
"That’s too tragic," a classmate whispered after learning the whole story and having the luck to glimpse the beauty of Pang Jiao and Zhang Yifei.
Luo Jun used to be incredibly active in the class, the kind that often stirred up trouble.
The top students in the front rows hated him.
Now, they no longer despised him, with someone saying, "Suddenly I find him quite pitiable."
"If I were Luo Jun, I would just go home."
"Hey, have you heard? Shen Xinli from 9th grade, the one with good grades, he was also ’that’ by Pang Jiao."
"Are you kidding?"
"Do I look like I’m lying to you? Shen Xinli took a week off and went home!"
"Holy shit, so if Luo Jun got ’that’ by two girls, doesn’t that mean he’s got to go home for two weeks?"
"I think it’s not as simple as addition; it should be multiplication. He needs to go home and recuperate for forty-nine days."
"Don’t say that, we’re counting on Luo Jun to participate in the sports meet and win honor for our class!"
People cannot truly empathize with each other. To the other students, Luo Jun’s suffering was just a joke.
Only a few, like the empathetic class president of the 11th grade, Xu Yan, could understand how painful it was for Luo Jun.
The scene lasted until the end of the third lesson.
The loudspeaker within the school rang out:
"Today in the morning, at the Fourth Middle School Cafeteria, Luo Jun, a student from the 1st year, 11th class, suddenly collapsed due to illness. Students Pang Jiao and Zhang Yifei from the 1st year, 8th class bravely stepped forward, performed rescue breathing, and timely woke Luo Jun.
The spirit of saving others demonstrated by Pang Jiao and Zhang Yifei... reflects... the quality of spiritual civilization.
Our school calls on all students to learn from Pang Jiao and Zhang Yifei! And a commendation notice will be given!"
The announcement was broadcast three times in a row.
The photos that had been circulated previously within the school were now completely confirmed to be authentic, sending everyone rushing around and bursting with laughter.
Only the atmosphere in the 11th grade class was extraordinarily quiet, revealing a hint of peculiarity.
Luo Jun, normally dull, seemed to be struck by another blow; his eyes darkened, and he suddenly lost all strength, slamming straight into his desk.
"Bang!" He hit the desk surface, motionless.
The entire class was terrified, with Xu Yan even running over to check on him.
"Has he fainted again?"
"Possibly!"
"Quick, call the teacher!"
At that moment, a voice sounded in the classroom: "No need to call the teacher, I’ll go downstairs to 8th grade and call Pang Jiao!"
Immediately, Luo Jun, who had been slumped over, jerked upright as if electrified.
He looked terrified, his shaking hand pointing at everyone, and he shouted in extreme distress,
"Don’t call, don’t call; I want to see who dares to call!"
"Don’t call!"
...
Noon.
Guo Kunnan was playing with his phone in his seat.
The rescue breathing incident not only brought smiles to Guo Kunnan but also helped him get closer to Xu Yan, the president of the 11th class.
Xu Yan asked him about the situation in the 8th grade, starting with Pang Jiao and Zhang Yifei, then inquiring about Jiang Ning.
Guo Kunnan recounted their deeds.
Xu Yan thanked him, and Guo Kunnan was quite pleased.
The thought of the beautiful Xu Yan, treating him with such respect, devoid of the superiority that others girls showed, made him believe his judgment was sound.
Xu Yan was so much better than the former Manman in every way.
Guo Kunnan felt as if a missing piece in his heart had been found.
If before his state of mind was a lesser fulfillment, now it was a greater one!
Suddenly, it grew dark outside the classroom, even though it was still noon.
The sky was covered with clouds, and a light rain began to fall, prompting complaints from the students as they stepped back into the classroom.
The rain started suddenly, and few students had brought umbrellas.
This rain was rather untimely, as the sports day was only a week away.
The number of students in the classroom gradually increased.
Chen Siyu worriedly said, "What if it’s still raining on the day of the school celebration? Would the sports day be cancelled?"
Even Bai Yuxia, who was usually calm, furrowed her brow with a hint of concealed anxiety.
She had been preparing for a dance recently, putting in a lot of effort and even buying a dress for the occasion.
If the school celebration was disrupted, it would indeed have a significant impact on her.
Across the canal, Dan Kaiquan had an ominous look on his face:
"In this season, doesn’t it usually rain for many days?"
If it really rained, all his hard work in training would fail to be showcased once again.
When would he be able to confess his feelings?
No, Dan Kaiquan had had enough of these days filled with unrequited love.
He longed for a love that was open and honorable.
Xue Yuantong paid no attention to these matters, silently peeling peanuts to eat.
These were five-spice peanuts her mother had made, and they tasted incredibly good.
She peeled and ate one peanut at a time, to prevent the scoundrel, Jiang Ning, from stealing her hard-won snack.
A few discussed the weather.
Jiang Ning glanced at the sky outside and declared, "It won’t rain on the school celebration."
This forecast was not solely based on his divination skill.
It also came from his past life experiences, where the rain lasted for three days, but during the time of the school celebration, the weather was exceptionally good for several days in a row, clear and sunny.
After hearing this, Chen Siyu curiously asked, "Jiang Ning, are you that sure?"
Xue Yuantong crunched on a peanut and said, "What he says usually holds true."
Having said that, she picked up the umbrella hanging at the edge of her desk, "Look, Jiang Ning brought an umbrella today. He had foreseen the rain."
Chen Siyu was still skeptical, thinking it was just Jiang Ning’s good luck that he guessed right since he wasn’t the only one in the class who had brought an umbrella; Huang Yuzhu had also brought one that afternoon.
Bai Yuxia didn’t take it to heart, assuming that Jiang Ning was just trying to comfort them.
However, when she looked at Jiang Ning’s seemingly calm appearance, her own heart suddenly grew quiet.
’Compared to him, I’m not composed enough,’ Bai Yuxia reflected. 𝓷ℴ𝓿𝓅𝓊𝒷.𝓬𝓸𝓂
She said, "Let’s hope that’s the case."
The rain gradually intensified, with the dripping sound of rain making the students’ hearts as chaotic as the relentless pitter-patter.
Everyone prayed that the hugely important school celebration and sports day wouldn’t be ruined by the rain.
The second period ended.
Jiang Ning went out to the corridor to admire the rain.
Xue Yuantong took a nap in the classroom.
Thin trickles of rain driven by the wind reached the corridor but couldn’t touch Jiang Ning.
Behind him, a girl’s silhouette appeared.
"Jiang Ning," Shen Qing’e called out to him.
"Is there something you need?" Jiang Ning still faced the rain curtain.
Seeing he didn’t turn around, Shen Qing’e bit her lip, took a step forward, and the fine sprays of rain brushed over her face.
"Your uncle said to come over for a meal this weekend," her voice trembled slightly, not from nervousness, but from the cold.
The temperature had suddenly dropped that afternoon, at least seven or eight degrees, and she, dressed in thin clothes, couldn’t help but hug her arms, her slender shoulders appearing particularly delicate.
Jiang Ning calmly replied, "Noted, I’ll go over this weekend."
It had been a while since he last visited his uncle, who had even called him previously.
He couldn’t speak for others, but his uncle had genuinely been good to him.
After speaking, a silence fell between them.
Shen Qing’e wanted to talk to him, preferably about something from junior high, as it had been a long time since she had a proper conversation with Jiang Ning.
It was more interesting to share fun and amusing stories with someone who had been through them with you.
However, Jiang Ning showed no intention of speaking.
Shen Qing’e still stood by him, looking up at Jiang Ning, and suddenly felt he was very tall. She remembered that when she first came to Yuzhou City from Guyang County last year, Jiang Ning was only a little taller than her.
Now, he was significantly taller, and she had to look up to see him.
Perhaps due to the angle of her gaze, her brows became wet with rain, adding an element of delicate vulnerability.
Suddenly, an argument broke out in the classroom, the voices were familiar; it was Yu Wen in a dispute with somebody.
"I need to go," Shen Qing’e had no choice but to leave.
